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Quote of the Chapter: "... And I would have stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life." –The Fray, How To Save A Life

Chapter 1: The New Kid

I walked down the small hallway of my new school. This was the fifth time I'd moved in my life, once every three years as my dad's job location changed. I was nine by the time I figured that I should never completely unpack my things.

Now, I'm fifteen and I know that I've changed drastically. I'm nothing like the harmless, fun, laughing little boy that my mom thought I was growing up to be. I changed when I hit thirteen. I do believe that it happened over night and one morning, I woke up feeling completely different.

Since that morning, I never paid any attention to girls again, only guys. My mom could see right through me and she, along with my sister, are the only two people that know I'm gay.

My little sister, Namine, is only a year younger than me. She supports my homosexuality, which I love. She's my rock and I know that I can deeply confide in her, trust her, cry in front of her, and she'd be with me, every step of the way. She has shoulder-length blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

My mom, Tifa, is just the opposite. Her hair is dark brown and has chocolate brown eyes. I still talk to my mom, but not as much as I do with my dad.

My dad is Sephiroth Crescent. He used to be a master swordsman but left that life to be with my mom. Or so I've been told... My dad has long, silver hair and mystical green eyes. I look exactly like my dad with the exception of my nose. We all wonder where Namine got her looks from; she swears she's adopted.

My dad...doesn't support gays, which is why I haven't told him yet. He'll find out eventually... Maybe.

Anyhow, I walked down the hallway trying to get to my first class. People were already staring at me and I could hear their whispers. I couldn't make out what they were saying but, I heard the murmurs.

Namine, being the social butterfly she is, ignored the comments, grabbed my jacket-covered wrist, and dragged me down the corridor.

"Namine! Stop! What are you doing," I asked in a fierce whisper.

She looked back at me with a grin. "I'm taking you to class, big brother."

It's embarrassing for you to be seen on your first day of school, being dragged by your little sister, but it's worse when that little sister has you run into and over someone in the hall.

We had both fallen on the floor, awkwardly tangled up in one another. I immediately stood up and offered my hand to help him up. He took it and pulled himself up.

"Hey, man, I'm sorry," I apologized. On the inside, I screamed. This guy was absolutely cute. His hair was chocolate brown; his eyes were a deep ocean blue. He wore baggy jeans and a black shirt that had a triangle with a white light going through one side and rainbow colors coming out the other side (anyone recognize the label?).

He looked blankly at me, like he was staring into my soul. I let his hand go and bent down to pick up my things. "See what you did Namine," I shot a glare up to the blonde.

She smiled sheepishly down at me, "Sorry..."

"No," the guy said, bending down and gathering his things. "It was totally my fault. I'm sorry." He gave me a small grin. "My name's Sora. What about you?"

I gulped and tried to make it unnoticeable. "My name is Riku," I said standing back up.

"Nice to meet you," he commented, holding out his hand.

I took it with my own and shook it. "I'll see you around."

"Yep," he patted my back and walked in the opposite direction.

I followed him with my eyes as he walked farther and farther away.

Namine nudged my side and smirked.

"What?"

"You like him," she whispered.

"No I do not," I denied. I felt my cheeks turning red. "That's the craziest thing ever!"

"Oh, please! I saw the way you looked at him, the way you shook his hand, and the way you looked back when he left. And besides," she stood in front of me, "he's extremely cute!"

My cheeks burned at her last statement.

"Tell ya what," she grinned, "I'll do a little research on this guy. Okay? And I'll tell you what I know when we get home."

I sighed. "Namine the Schemer. You never rest until you're proven right, do you?"

"Nope, and know that more than anyone bro."

I rolled my eyes, gave her a quick hug and marched into my classroom, about fifteen seconds before the bell rang. I hope Nami made it to her class...

The teacher stared at me for a second then asked, "Well?"

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Introduce yourself."

I gulped and looked around at the kids in the room. "I-I'm Riku Crescent," I stuttered before giving a small wave.

"And I'm Vexen Faski but you will call me Mr. Faski, understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, now go have a seat by Miss Hikari so I can begin class."

I looked around the room again; no body even glanced at me. I was ignored.

All except by Mr. Faski.

"Kairi Hikari, raise your hand so this boy can sit down."

The girl named Kairi, who had flaming red-ish auburn hair and eyes as bright as Namine's, raised her hand.

I slowly moved over and took the seat behind the counter beside her.

She put her elbow on the table and laid her head on her hand. "Your hair's pretty, is it natural," she asked.

I glanced over at her and gave a small nod.

She gasped and her head shot up, "Oh my gosh, your eyes are gorgeous!"

I laughed a little bit and looked at her. "So are yours. They remind me of my sisters," I said with a grin. "No body really knows where her eyes came from... Actually, we don't know where any of her features came from."

"That's interesting," she said in a trance.

I grabbed a pen and piece of paper and jotted down the notes that Mr. Faski wrote on the board.

I was relieved when the bell rang because learning about the mating of different plants wasn't all that interesting.

Every time I walked to my next class, I saw Sora in the hallway. He'd smile at me and I returned the favor.

Maybe...this time it wouldn't be so bad...

When Namine and I returned home, we immediately ran upstairs to her room. I threw my bag back the door and sat on her bed.

"Okay," she said, pulling a piece of paper from her bag, "this is what I found out. He's on the school basketball team, which is a major plus for strength and fitness. He likes the old rock bands like ACDC, Metallica, and Van Halen. He also likes to cook, sing, and do plays, which is a big 'arts' plus... This guy is basically a walking scholarship. He made straight A's all last semester and got some UIL awards for spelling, music memory, and editorial writing."

"So basically, he's a riotous goody-two-shoes."

The blonde smirked, "That's just about it!"

"Thanks, Namine." I hugged her, grabbed my bag and went to my room. I dug through a box until I found my journal. I skimmed through the pages that had already been written in about previous crushes, music, literature, and some of the bad times that happened in earlier years.

I grabbed a gel pen when my bag and began scribbling down the things that happened that day. Things like how horrible lunch was, how Mr. Smith was utterly insane with his nasty, greasy dreadlocks, and how the principal had to have been sleeping with his blue-haired assistant.

But other than that, I wrote about Sora. His eyes, his hair, his face, his body... I wrote about it all.

A brisk knock came on my door and mom told me that it was time for dinner.

I trotted down the stairs and sat on the left side of the table. Mom made spaghetti with salad and garlic toast, which would hopefully help me recover from that terrible lunch.

Dad looked up at me and Namine, "So, how was your first day of school?"

I wonder how many more times he'll ask us that before I leave this house...

Namine spoke up first, "It was great dad. They have really good different kinds of electives that we got to choose from."

"And what did you pick, darling," Mom asked.

"I chose culinary arts and regular art."

"Good for you," Dad stated, "and you, son?"

"I picked theatre and culinary arts with Nami."

"I see," he said. "So, did you make any new friends?"

Namine nodded her head vigorously, "Lots of 'em! The people here are really nice!"

"That's wonderful," Mom told her, "What about you, Riku?"

I slowly shook my head. "No...to everyone I'm still just...the new kid."

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